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The goddess narrowed her eyes as she examined the dragon. But her eyes soon opened in shock as they witnessed the incredible scene. The dragon seemed to be a fusion of an ancient and dark power, and the tainted part of Yuri's very soul. The strong sense of necromantic powers that flowed through its veins caused her to subconsciously gasp.

The dragon before her had once been a calamity for the gods. A dragon that had been imbued with the god slaying poison. The dragon that had been the mount of the Necromancer king. The reappearance of this creature was terrible news for all of the gods.

She observed as the dragon followed Yuri. She was shocked as she realized te relationship between the two. The dragon seemed to be a subordinate of the girl, and seemed rather content to be such. The two seemed to work flawlessly together, but after some thought the goddess realized that the answer was rather simple.

Because her soul had been split in two, she could be considered to be in two different spots. Her main body was the half dragon girl, while her subsoul had fused with the ancient dragon. Both were her, and the subsoul would instinctively follow the main soul. .

This development was actually rather interesting. As long as they could avoid the corruption of the Necromancer king, then perhaps the dragon would become their strongest weapon in defeating the Necromancer.

The goddess let out a sigh. As she observed Yuru longer she noticed that she had changed a lot since she was last seen. Her temperament had undergone a huge adjustment, and she seemed to have a primal urge that was barely contained. The god of war could truly not be seen at all in this young woman, and she feared that the pistols hanging from her waist would soon become nothing more than decorations for her.

Despite this she knew that the young woman was her only hope in saving her champion. With this she made a choice. It was not an easy choice to make, and her champion would suffer dearly for it.

She gathered her resolve as she once again focused on her champion in the depths of the traitor Peur's caverns. She gathered her divinity into a single point. A strong surge of power could be felt, as the single point rushed down into the cavern.

The Goddess's strength was not used as a weapon. The strength she possessed would be more than enough to destroy the insignificant demigod who had captured her champion. Unfortunately, the covenant between the light and dark prevented the gods from taking direct actions with their true bodies. This is why they were limited to using avatars, or relying on the demigods below them.

The collection of power was not used to attack Peur, rather it was used to snatch back what was rightfully hers.

The body that Peur had invaded seemed to shudder for a moment, and the demigod let out a scream of rage. The host had been snatched from her, and she was left with an empty shell. She screamed in rage as she could feel a vacuum sucking in her soul into the empty vessel she inhabited.

This was the worst case scenario of her ability. If she infected a host without a soul, or if her host died, her soul would sucked in and fill the void. She would be stuck in that form until she was eventually released through a dark ritual.

An unknown amount of time later Peur could be seen clenching the fist of her knew body. In her chest her true body was still buried deep into her, acting as her own heart. This was the true cruelty of her power. If someone ever tried to free themselves of her control they would die.

She let out an evil smile. While she disliked being forced into a body, this particular one would be rather useful for her. It's strength was much higher than the weaklings she was used to. And if she was lucky than perhaps she could even use it to her advantage.